For the record- I DO NOT own Supernatural, Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester.
I DO own Marjue Winchester and Nil Winchester and Alec, Aiden, Trinity and Matt.
Lycire Swan and Adryen Eirlys belong to AriaCloudrunner.

Marjue- Pronounced- MAR-Zhey ('Zh' as in, the 'S' sound in 'Casual' or 'Vision' .)
Axenn- Pronounced- AY-ZEN

And for those familiar with the phonetic alphabet-

Marjue- Marзei
Axenn- Ezn

My name's Mavis.
Well, no, it's not.
It's Mara Jane.
But I hate that name.
So it's Mari.
But that's not my real name either.
It's Marjue.
But that's such a mouthful.
So I'm Mari.
But formally, Mara Jane.
And then there's my family, who fondly call me Mavis.

I love palindromes.

Where the hell is Sam Winchester when you need him?

My dad was so much better at picking locks than I am. And I was struggling with this one. The concentration was causing my aqua singlet which I wore underneath an open, checked brown flannelette shirt to become damp with sweat. My feet hurt within my knee high, elvish leather boots from crouching, and my shins were wet with sweat up to where the boots cut off and the cool air soothed the bare skin above them. I wiped my hand on my denim short shorts, and tried the lock again. I'd been reduced to a bobby pin, as I'd lost my latest lock pick in Kunawee.

I could tell you where my dad was- Brooklyn, with my mother and my uncle- Dean Winchester. Hunting a wayward vampire in the streets...
"Hey, hurry up- It's boiling out here… What's wrong, need your daddy?"
Speaking of wayward vampires...
Vampyr, technically.
The thick Scottish accent was mocking, my cousin momentarily reminding me astoundingly of her father- my aforementioned uncle- Dean.
Addy (Adryen) Eirlys was the daughter of Dean Winchester and Lycire Swan- A woman I had known until I was about two, at which point Lycire and Dean had split up… Clearly not before the conception of Addy.
It's a miracle that the relationship had even happened in the first place- as Dean was a paranormal hunter, and Lycire; a vampire and a werewolf. This made Addy a vampyr (half vampire) and a werewolf also.
Addy had turned up about a year ago, looking for Dean with nothing more than a photo from my first birthday that depicted my mom and dad holding baby me, and Dean hugging Lycire who, according to Addy, looked happier her in this photo than she'd ever seen her. She also carried Dean's necklace, further proving the relation.
After a short stint where Addy had hated Dean because she'd finally found out that he was a hunter, they patched things up and now she was a valuable addition to our little hunting ensemble, and; my best friend. If only she could convince her mother to join us and we'd have a perfect little nuclear family. Hah.

We'd recently been allowed out for our very first solo hunt. Nada to the parental supervision. We were now familiar with the whole gig, but still a little jittery as to some of the minor procedures- such as breaking and entering. That was a new one.

"Can it Fido, this lock's rusted." I retorted, grunting as I shifted my weight on my sore feet.
"Pfft, stupid ELF" Addy said pointedly, leaning drearily against the door frame. I paused, dropping my bobby pin. Oh, Marjue you IDIOT!
I pressed my pointer finger against the lock and channelled my unique magic into the rusty mechanism. With a grating sound, it clicked open.
"Oh my god; It really took you that long? Oh, right, sorry- you needed your mummy" Addy taunted, striding through the now open door while I tried to work my cramped blood back into feet.
"Hey, no mom jokes- you know I'll win" I growled.
"You cheat, there's more ammo on my mom."
My mom was an elf. Not the pointy shoed Santa's Little Helper type, but the pointy eared, mystical, magical, beautiful, forest dwelling Lord of the Rings type elf, except our type was from the clan ages of about 5000 years ago. Time before time, as it were.
It's a long, complicated, romantic story, but the short and short of it is- That my mom managed to randomly and accidentally summon my dad to her through a rip in time and space and then, after developing feelings for each other (and spending the night together) my dad managed to bring her to his time and realm where they fell properly in love and married. They then had me and my younger brother Axenn, both elves. See, Simple? That's sarcasm, by the way- I'm a big fan.

Vampire, Lycans and Elves, Oh My!